The Iron howlers they called themselves. The pack led by Arkh, a Schäferkin battle-born with a sleek build, black and some brown fur with brown dots on his forehead and whom looked fast, humans would describe him as a Dobermann. His two brothers similar to him, Arf with a scar over his nose. Aru being the smallest of the lot.
Those who stuck out from the general posture of the trio of brothers, were Doff and Raafi. Doff being a much more kind looking herder-born, the earliest of the Schäferkin demographics, herding dogs chosen by the Tak'a'dis to be the template because of their great will to work and their intelligence, they were the shepherds. With much longer fur than the regular Battle-born, the herder-born are most predominantly brown with black patches, one large patch almost always over their back.
Raafi being a defender-born female, larger than the others and with a more upright posture she was closing in on 2,5 metres. Grey silken short fur with the defender-born typical snout and non-erect ears. Humans would mostly describe her as a pitbull, strong robust large Schäferkin.

They all wore a light power suit, much lighter and more importantly, cheaper, than a typical Schäferkin combat armour. It was still power armour, the complex lamellation focusing on covering the torso and some of the stomach, with far less armour over the hips and shoulders while basically lacking armour all together on the arms, legs and the head.
Bands of gleaming metal connecting all the different areas of the armour betrayed that their suits still had the strength enhancers required by the heavier variants.
The air wobbled slightly along the mostly hidden vents on their backs, the group walking with the typical hunched and distrusting posture so common of their species.

-"Alright, remember, Arf, Aru, no fighting. Raafi, watch your step and Doff... just don't make a fool out of yourself." Arkh spoke clearly but somewhat silently while riding in the elevator. A human man who was clearly freaking out the only other occupant of the elevator. He made sure not to comment on the somewhat funny statement, fearing for his life, or at least fearing a severe pummeling.

The doors leading into the upper levels Neon tipsy bar slid open and the human quickly, almost ran away from the small pack into the crowd. With slow steps and with ever scanning eye and head motions the group moved towards an empty table. Forming a circle with the three brother in front and with Doff and Raafi in the back.

Instantly heads were turning, Raafi accidentally, or perhaps not accidentally, didn't move out of the way from a man with a drink and bumped him rather firmly. When he shouted 'Hey!' Arf and Raafi just looked straight at him and snarled loudly. comments while not meant to be loud were still heard and a Janari man sitting at a group table next to Caris somewhat loudly and irritated expressed.

-"Oh great, Schäferkin, well this evening just turned spoilt!" Followed by gulping down his mug of drink, slamming it into the table and beginning to stand up.
-"I'm out, i don't want a fight." The Janarian went on, but accidentally slightly bumped Caris. Followed by a.
-"Sorry chap, i'm off."

Meanwhile the Iron howlers had sat down, before Doff got to sit Arkh pointed to the bar and ordered.
-"Doff, get drinks." So Doff walked towards the bar. Clearly without the same combat stance as the three battle-born brothers, but trying his best to mimic their behaviour. He was still a roughly 2 metres tall Schäferkin in a power suit, so while not as intimidating as the battle-born, he was still making some people in the bar freeze with fear as he walked by.
Seemingly trying to avoid bumping into people.
-"Bartender, Joordisk brandy bottle... if you got any. And five bowls." Doff tried to sound commanding, but it was obvious he wasn't as gruff as the others, in the end he almost looked apologetic for trying.
The Ishkaan bartender looked at Doff while wiping a bottle of said brandy he'd gotten.
-"Bowls? Ain't got 'em. Got large glasses though."
Doff looked clearly worried, glanced at his pack and looked sceptical.
-"Fine.... i guess it will work." Doff expressed hopefully, carried the glasses and the bottle to his table.

As he put down the glasses Arkh took one of them and violently threw it into the ground with a crash.
-"What? No bowls!? Grrr i hate scaly bars." He then proceeded to pour brandy directly into his throat and then slam the table.
The others however more civil and pouring some in their glasses and trying to drink.

Trying being the key word, while wider than regular glasses, they couldn't really drink like they liked so while Aru tried to lap the drink  Arf messily poured the contents into his mouth.
Doff and Raafi being far more reserved and lapped at the top of the surface of the drink trying to mimic regular humanoid drinking. With mixed success.